Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

16.

Sol awoke to the sun trickling in through the window of her bedroom. It was early morning, but Sol didn't mind the idea of rolling out of bed and venturing to the balcony that looked over the grand lake. Early mornings were calming and an ideal time to meditate. Meditation was a vital process in connecting to the Force and can mean the difference in being a skilled Jedi, and being a Jedi that is separated from the Force. Meditation next to a lake was far more calming than in the Jedi Temple overlooking the city on Coruscant.

She dressed in her underrobe and pulled the thin hood over her hair. With her pants tucked into her boots, Sol left her bedroom and quietly headed through the house. There was a light chill in the hallways of the thick-walled house, but Sol welcomed it, knowing that when she stepped into the sunlight, she would be warmed beyond the cold air of the morning.

In order to reach the door that led out to the balcony, Sol had to walk through the living space and dining room. Her steps were light, and she was already looking into the Force to find some peace. But a familiar orange glow made her halt in her journey through the living area and turn to the terrace that could be seen through open double doors.

Stepping through the doorway, Sol found the origin of the warm, orange glow in the Force. Anakin soaked up the sun with his feet spread apart and his hands clasped together behind his back. He was in some brown pants and a beige shirt, and his Padawan braid dangled from behind his ear. Sol saw that his eyes were closed, and he was deep in meditation. She stared at the golden skin on his face and his slim neck that stretched tall. If she stood next to him, she would be half a foot smaller than him, even with his legs spread apart like they currently were.

She knew what it was like to be immersed in meditation, so she turned to slip back out the double doors and continue on her walk to the lake. But Anakin's voice was smooth as it called out to her,

'Don't go.'

She stopped and turned back. He didn't move from his position or open his eyes to look at her. Sol took notice of the slight plea in his voice, but ignored what it could have meant as she stepped back out onto the terrace.

'I don't want to disturb your meditation,' she admitted, glancing to the early sun.

'Your presence is soothing.'

She let out a quiet laugh.

'I've been told its white.'

'The purest I've ever seen. Even brighter than Master Obi-wan's.'

Sol felt heat creep up her neck and settle onto her cheeks. It wasn't that she had never been told what her Force signature was like, it was that Anakin was almost praising it. Without any jokes or snide remarks, Anakin was honest in saying that Sol was the purest in the ways of the Force. She thought about what Padme had said when they were in the lake; about Anakin admiring her. Her feelings hadn't changed on the topic of forbidden thoughts and attachment, but she dwelled on the conversation more than she cared to admit.

'Anakin,' Sol said, willing herself to think of something other than the day at the lake. 'I sensed something last night. You were disturbed in your sleep. Was this... another nightmare?'

'Jedi don't have nightmares,' he defended, and Sol resisted a scoff.

'Everyone has nightmares.'

'Do you?'

Sol paused.

'I know you don't. You never dream when you sleep,' Anakin turned to face the young woman with his eyes open and staring into her's. 'You sleep like there's nothing wrong in the galaxy. There's nothing you fear-'